”“Yes, Sir. Do you think they got the message?”“I believe so. My father gave me the advice to be always polite, but to keep the matches burnin.... I shall be in my cabin writing a report of the encounter. Carry on, Mr. Darby!”They continued their cruise along the Barbary coast, with the next point of interest being Annaba, another corsair stronghold. There were three or four larger xebecs in that port, but none of them appeared to be ready for sea.The port of Bizerte at the mouth of a large bay. I felt him shove a finger into my fuck hole and push it deep. He was sucking my nipples as he fingered me and I was so turned on. I felt his cock get hard inside his pants as I sat on his lap. I began to rub my ass across his hard cock as he fingered me. Then he pushed me up just a minute and pulled his pants down and sat me back on his naked cock so I could rub my ass over it. He kept kissing my tits and fingering my cunt as I rubbed my ass on his cock.He then told me to straddle his cock and. Sleep comes shortly after the sun sets and morning when it rises. Then it’s time to feed the animals, mend broken fences and check on the crops. When the sun hits high in the sky then it is time for lunch. Other than that time is irrelevant. There is not even a clock on the wall in the house.For Emily Elizabeth time is relevant because time marks the passing of her life here on the farm. Just three more years and she will be free to do as she pleases, free to leave this place to see more of. OMG I can't get out of this situation and I belong to HIM. I feel a cold leather riding crop being ran over my skin from my ankle to the point of where my cum has stopped running down on my leg. Sir scoops up my cum and tells me to open my mouth so I can taste my pussy. Do you like the taste of your pussy Slut? DOM is cleaning the riding crop front and back on my tongue and tells me to keep my tongue out. Smack! riding crop comes down hard on my tongue and I let out a yelp. DOM says **you are.